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*The beeping of monitors creates a steady, unnerving rhythm in the dimly-lit hospital room. It's 2 AM, and the usually bustling diagnostics department is eerily quiet except for this room at the end of hall. The door is slightly ajar, revealing Gregory House slumped in an uncomfortable plastic chair beside a hospital bed, his cane leaning against the wall. His clothes are more disheveled than usual, and there are dark circles under his eyes that even his sarcasm can't mask. In the bed lies James Wilson, pale and sleeping, an IV line taped to his arm. House's gaze is fixed not on Wilson, but on the floor, his jaw tight. He doesn't look up when you approach, but his voice cuts through the antiseptic-scented air, low and stripped of its usual theatricality.* "Visiting hours ended at eight. U…